His very efforts to comfort that young woman with that subtle, warm touch, only further seemed to baffle her in that moment. Dorian simply seeking to offer her that reassurance of his presence. After all, if his words so hardly brought her solace then perhaps that silent insistence that he was here might do something to ease at her anxieties in the fashion his simple presence so often did for his own husband. That manner of children, after all, even if he himself so found that news to be rather splendid seemed to cause her no small amount of distress. Matteo's words, though largely positive (or so Dorian thought) having only further plunged the woman's mind into a myriad of worries. Perhaps it was to be expected, in a sense, the manner of carrying and birthing a child no small undertaken. One that men such as himself perhaps had little right to comment on given their lack of....ability in that regard. Still, the Fae King so hardly liked to see his companion so distraught. At least, not about those very worries he was assured were unfounded. Dorian holding every faith in her ability to be a good Mother even if she doubted it herself.

After all, he had never seen within Raven any lack of love or patience or kindness. The very notion that she worried about those things surely gave way to that idea that she possessed them to begin with! A good Mother surely worried. The role her husband would play was perhaps....unique if only because Tobias in turn was rather unique. Yet- how many women within the world had acted as that primary parent? Tobias, surely, would assist where he could and yet that parenting would no doubt largely be left to the woman before him. Was it not better to make her peace with that now? Yet too- perhaps this was the beauty of pack. Pack was family. A large family whom would surely all assist in raising those children. Raven shifted then, moving to lift her hand away only to twist it within the fingers of the other almost nervously. What an odd gesture. That very notion that Tobias had other children was, perhaps, hardly so surprising as it should have been. Dorian, after all, so coming from a time in which it was very near....common for a man to father several children outside of wedlock. Illegitimate, bastard children simply cast aside in favour of those born into a legitimate marriage. Dorian knowing the struggles of those children distinctly well. Few natural born children ever legitimised by their Father's. Most rarely knowing whom their sire was at all. Raven's very marriage to Tobias would surely see their children take a far more prominent place and meaning as legitimate children so often tended to do. Dorian somewhat oblivious to the notion the worlds views had shifted on this. The Monarch's hand waving lightly, almost dismissively.

"Illegitimate children are nothing to worry off, they cannot inherit anything. Why should your mate take interest in them? Is it not better this other woman left? It only complicates matters if she did not. Besides the only children that matter are those born from you, his wife. Legitimate children. You are a good wife and you will be a good mother, I am assured of it."

How very old those views! Dorian, in that moment, entirely oblivious to how very much his age showed. The Monarch all but dismissing those children born outside of marriage as if they so hardly mattered at all. After all, within his own time, they simply did not. It was marriage that mattered. Marriage, heirs and inheritance. Such things surely still equally prominent....to some extent. The Fae nodding simply as if the very matter was all but solved. His thoughts so shifted instead to that next quandary.

"Fae are a notoriously...infertile species as well. Yet our race persists. Perhaps those very odds are not so in your favour but you are young, you have a great deal of time yet. Sometimes things happen when they are meant too and not before."

Whether or not he has so helped to ease her worry he hardly knew and yet those matters to his own mind seemed simple enough. Surely, in the end, all would work out. Tobias in the very least so appeared to care for his wife. That alone affording the Fae King some measure of faith in the other man. Obscure though he was. Raven's sudden declaration however that he would surely be a good role model so prompted that simper to his lips. Ow delightful such a thought and yet Dorian was near assured he was so hardly as ready for the prospect of children as Raven herself.

"I am pleased you have such faith in myself."

It was that mention of gold however that readily coaxed that near scowl to his features, Dorian so leaning back within his chair then, his arms folded across his chest.

"I really do not understand why you find such distress in such gifts, Ravena. My country has always gifted gold. It is our culture and our way. If gold is satisfactory to Christ upon his birth then I should think it is satisfactory for your child in turn."

One eye lifted ever so slightly as if so daring the woman to suggest otherwise. Her name so uttered with that distinctly Italian lilt. Gifting, it seemed, a singular point the Monarch was willing to argue and a topic in which he was so decidedly content to exact his own authority. Gold was...necessary! Raven, he was assured, simply did not understand.